The Retard
Copyright© 2026 by Switch Blayde
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Sixteen-year-olds Lily and Avery are taunted and spurned by boys their age. They seem to be doomed to spend their summer vacation as two frustrated, sexually ignorant teenagers. But what if the answer to that problem is the retarded man the kids laugh at and the adults ignore? Maybe they can use him to learn about sex. This story was written simply for the enjoyment of writing a lighthearted short story about two girls experimenting with sex in an unusual way.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers First Masturbation
Late the next morning, Avery sat on Lily’s bed feeling awful about how haggard her friend had looked when answering the door. Still in her pajamas, Lily’s hair had been disheveled and her lidded eyes barely open. But when a refreshed-looking Lily finally returned to the bedroom wrapped in a large bath towel after her morning shower, Avery didn’t feel as guilty.
“Sorry I woke you,” Avery said. “How come you were sleeping so late?”
“I, uh, had a bad night. I didn’t get much sleep.”
What Lily neglected to tell her friend was why? That was odd because they told each other everything, even all their secrets, but Lily was embarrassed that she had masturbated when she got home from the park and then again after she went to bed and yet again when she woke up in the middle of a restless night’s sleep. Having masturbated wasn’t the secret. The friends often talked about doing that. That’s how Lily knew about Avery masturbating while thinking about her teacher. But what Lily had been thinking about when furiously ramming a finger in and out of her pussy and pulverizing her clitoris wasn’t a teacher. It was the retarded man.
Lily stepped into her yellow panties, pulled them up, and was adjusting the crotch when Avery tilted her head to the side and said, “You know, I think your boobs are getting bigger.”
Lily shot a glance at Avery and then rushed to the mirror above her dresser. Her excitement couldn’t have been greater if someone had told her she won the lottery. Staring at the mirror, Lily cupped the underside of her tiny tits and hoisted them. Not that they lifted. The light went out of her eyes as her shoulders slumped.
“They’re the same,” Lily said, dejectedly.
“No, really, I think they’re bigger. Maybe soon the boys will notice and someone will ask you out. Then you can tell me what it’s like to have sex.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I mean it.”
As Lily once again studied her breasts in the mirror, her mind wandered to having sex. Sex scared her. But not because it was sex. That excited her. It was the unknown.
Lily sighed. “I wouldn’t even know what to do.”
“You’ll learn. We know the basics. The rest will come naturally.”
“And what if it doesn’t? It’ll give the boys something else to tease me about. That’ll be even worse.”
Avery giggled. “Yeah, it’s not like learning how to drive. We can’t practice. Too bad Sex Ed isn’t like Driver’s Ed.”
Lily was suddenly deep in thought. Avery had seen that look before so she silently waited while wondering what was going on in her friend’s head. And then Lily turned to Avery.
“What if we can?”
“Can what?”
“Practice.”
“What do you mean?”
An unsure Lily paused before asking, “What about the man at the playground?”
“What ma—? You mean the retard?”
“Yeah.”
“What about him?”
“He’s a guy.”
“So?”
“So he has a dick.”
“He sure does. He got hard when we put him back on the swing.”
Lily’s eyes opened wide. “You saw that?!”
“Oh, you did too? I didn’t know you saw it.”
Lily realized it was now or never. “I made it hard.”
“Who says? Maybe he got hard looking at me.” She didn’t mention her breasts pressed to his back.
“He didn’t get hard just looking. I, uh, I touched it.”
“You what!”
“At first it was an accident when we were lifting him, but then I did it—”
“ ... on purpose,” Avery said with her mouth hanging open.
“Yeah, sort of.”
“There is no sort of. You either did or you—”
“I did!” Lily blurted out.
“How? When? What was it like?”
“When we were lifting him. I just sort of pressed my hand on it. And then I rubbed it. When it got hard, I squeezed it.”
“Shit, I can’t believe— Holy crap! He let you. He didn’t say anything. He just let you.”
“That’s what I mean. What if we could get him someplace where nobody can see—”
“ ... and touch his pecker.”
“So what do you think?” Lily asked.
“Holy shit! What did it feel like?”
“You can find out.”
“Eww, he’s a retard.”
“He’s a guy. With a dick. And he’s not fat or ugly.”
“But he’s—”
“ ... retarded. I know. That’s what makes it perfect.”
Avery’s pussy throbbed, for the first time thinking about it actually happening. Squeezng her thighs together, she asked, “What if he tells?”
“I guess we’ll find out if he tells on me for what I did at the swings.”
“Oh god! What if he does?”
“I’ll deny it. Who they gonna believe? But if he doesn’t, we can know it’s safe.”
“Lily, you’re crazy. We can’t.”
“Don’t you want to touch one?”
Avery remained silent.
“You do,” Lily said. “I know you better than anyone in the whole world. You want to touch it. Tell the truth.”
“I guess. But—”
“No buts. If he doesn’t tell on me we will know it’s safe. Then we can play it by ear. Think about it. You can touch a boy’s dick. What other chance will we have?”
“But he’s not a boy.”
“All the better. If you do it to a boy at school he’ll brag about it. Then what? Then you’ll be made fun of. This is safer.”
“But how? Where?”
“First let’s go to the playground to see how he reacts to seeing me after what I did. Then we’ll take it from there.”
Avery was quiet again.
“So?” Lily asked. “Wanna do it?”
“I guess.”
“Great! But first breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Breakfast? You slept past breakfast. It’s lunchtime. Okay, let’s have lunch and then go to the park.”
After lunch, the girls headed to the park. When they passed Mrs. Mallory knitting on her porch, they got their usual teasing but simply waved and kept going. They didn’t talk much as they walked. Both were deep in thought. Both scared. Both wanting to turn and run back to the safety of their houses. But they didn’t tell each other that. They both tried to make the other believe they were confident and knew what they were doing. But neither knew what they were doing. And as they got closer, their pace slowed with neither objecting.
They reached their shortcut and walked through the trees without talking. As they got closer, they heard voices. People were there. Was the retarded man? At the opening to the playground, Lily and Avery stopped and stared at the swings. A boy and girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, were swinging. The other swings were vacant.
“He’s not here, let’s go,” Avery said.
Lily stepped out of the trees and looked around. Two women were chatting at the picnic table Avery and Lily had sat at the prior day. They were next to each other on the side of the table closest to the swings, talking while keeping an eye on the two children.
“There he is,” Lily said.
Avery stuck her head out from the trees and followed her friend’s pointing finger. The retarded man was sitting alone at the farthest table from the swings. There was an unoccupied table between him and the two mothers. He was sitting on the far side of the table facing the swings and the mothers.
“So what, there are people here,” Avery said.
Lily thought for a moment and then said, “We can walk over to him and see how he reacts when he sees me.”
“But there are people here.”
“We won’t sit with him. We’ll sit at the table between the ladies and him.”
“But what if he says something? The ladies are here. We’ll get in trouble.”
“He doesn’t talk, remember? And if he does, we’ll make believe he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s a retard. Who would believe anything he says? Maybe it’s better with the ladies here. It’ll give us protection.”
“We should go home.”
“Scared?”
Avery put her hands on her hips and stuck her chin out. “I’m not scared.”
“Then let’s go sit at the table between him and those ladies. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s always staring at people. Let’s see what happens when he sees us.”
Lily didn’t wait for a response. She marched toward the vacant table. Avery stood frozen for a few moments and then ran to catch up to her friend. When they got close, the two mothers stopped talking to look the girls over. Then they went back to watching their kids.
Lily plopped down on the seat on the side of the picnic table farthest from the mothers’ table, nearer to the retard’s table. Not that she was close to him. He was on the other side of his table. She stared at the man with her back to the mothers and then swung a leg over the bench seat to straddle it so that she could easily see both the women and the man. Avery hesitated at the end of the table. She was going to sit across from Lily, but didn’t want their conversation to be heard by the mothers so she sat on the same bench as her friend. There was nothing odd about that. After all, the two mothers were sitting on the same bench seat.
Avery leaned against the edge of the table, her back to the mothers. Goosebumps formed on her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she caught the retarded man staring at her. That was one of the strangest things about the man. Anyone else being caught staring would automatically look away, but not the retard. His eyes lingered on her face before dropping to her missile tits that even her baggy shirt couldn’t hide. And he wasn’t even trying to hide that he was staring at them. Avery wondered if he remembered them pressed into his back. Her nipples hardened at the thought. And then Avery breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes shifted to Lily.
Free from the man’s stare, Avery leaned over and whispered, “What now?”
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s, um, staring at me.”
“He was staring at me too. I even caught him staring at my boobs. He’s always staring.”
“Yeah, but he looks like he recognizes me.”
“Think he remembers that you touched his pecker?”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Lily!” Avery shouted.
Both mothers spun around at the shout. Lily and Avery slumped, hoping for invisibility. But when the mothers didn’t see any danger, they quickly turned back around to keep an eye on their children.
“I was kidding,” Lily whispered, still hunched over.
“That wasn’t funny.”
“He’s still staring at me. Oh, wait, now he’s not.”
Lily and Avery followed the retarded man’s gaze. Lily only had to look to the side while Avery twisted around. The boy had jumped off his swing and was running to his mother with the girl not far behind.
“I’m bored,” the boy said.
“Me too,” the girl joined in.
“Want to feed the ducks?” the boy’s mother asked.
“Yeah! Yeah!” both children shouted while jumping up and down.